22. Fun in the City: Part 2 (no hills climbed, only stairs up to the Daily Record Building for photo shoot)

This is the 22nd post of a series which is introduced here.

Saturday 21 April 2018

It’s a sunny Saturday morning and I’m walking by the Clyde, the river that cuts through Glasgow. My friend Mel is over this side of Scotland to climb Beinn Bhuidhe. Although I’ve done that Munro, with the pal I’m meeting later for dinner, part of me longs to be with Mel on the mountainside. But there again what I’m going to do today is a different kind of awesome. It’s just after 10 o’clock and nervous excitement starts to tingle through me as I climb the concrete steps up to the Daily Record building – in fact I’m so nervous my guts are going wild and I’m going to have to go bless their toilet (that’ll be the third time already today).

Why was I nervous?

Well, you see, I was lucky enough, along with twenty-three other women, to be selected to model at Breast Cancer Care Scotland’s biggest fundraiser of the year ‘The Show.’ The event – one of a kind in that all the models have had a breast cancer diagnosis – doesn’t take place till the last week of October (to mark the end of breast cancer awareness month) but today everyone involved in it has come together for the official meet and greet.

After going through several locked doors I am shown into a large meeting room where twenty-four chairs are set in a circle; they soon fill up. We are welcomed by the Breast Cancer Care team who introduce themselves, our stylist and the reporter who will be interviewing each of us throughout the course of the day. We’ve each brought a photograph which we are then invited to talk about.

Some people choke up as they talk and I feel the emotion rise inside me. What I hear is powerful stuff, compelling to listen to and utterly inspiring. It’s my turn to speak, but I don’t get beyond, ‘This is a picture of me and my mum,’ before hot tears roll down my cheeks. I keep talking but my heart is breaking all over again.

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Taken a few weeks before secondary breast cancer caused my mother’s death. I was 24 years old, but my mum aged 44 was only a young woman herself.

We are split into two groups. It’s welcome relief to leave the room and go get measurements taken by stylist Ian Todd. I’m smiling again. Then I get my make-up done. I keep my eyes closed while it’s being applied, but have a sneaky peek. My blood runs cold and I feel a prickle in my pits; I look like I’ve been face planked into a bag of flour. The make-up artist sees the visible horror on my face but reassures me that I will not look like I’ve been resurrected from the dead by the time she’s finished. I keep the faith. When I open my eyes again I’m pleased with how I look. She punks up my hair and then I get changed into the outfit I’ve brought. For the first time ever I look glamorous and that makes me feel happy in a way I’ve never experienced before.

There I am in the pink Breast Cancer Care t-shirt…click to watch this time lapse video that records the day of our photo shoot. If you keep your eyeballs super peeled you will see me whizz past in my sparkly trousers, and a blue tartan corset designed by Mary at  Loch Dress

me at BCCC Glasgow Glam
Six months ago I was bald, very ill, rather overweight and uncertain. Seeing myself like this makes me feel more confident. Thank you Breast Cancer Care for this fabulous opportunity!

After the photo shoot in our ‘outfits we’d wear on a nice night out’ (as opposed to those outfits one would wear on a regular slutty night out) we found out a bit more about what the charity does – and what we could do to help as the charity’s ambassadors (raise breast cancer awareness, raise awareness of what the charity does, help with fundraising by getting sponsors and raffle prizes).

I want to do my bit, but I’m no good at asking for sponsorship – partly because I’m scared of rejection.

As we are called back into the studio for the last shoot of the day Emma, the charity’s Press and PR Officer, asks me to go with her for my interview with Sunday Mail Freelance Journalist, Jenny Morrison. On the way Emma mentions she thinks my art is amazing. I’m puzzled as to how she knows I’m an artist, but she explains she’d seen links to my work on my Facebook page. I feel flattered, but also inspired…

creation of adam (2)
I decide to donate this painting I did of The Creation of Adam for auction at The Show, hopefully it’ll raise a bob or two for the charity.

I’m also inspired by the women taking part in this event, they all have remarkable stories. Some were diagnosed many years ago, some – like me – have not long finished treatments, others are currently receiving treatment, including some who have secondary breast cancer which can be treated but not cured.

Click the link below to read more about the other models involved. Some of these stories will be expanded on and featured in the Sunday Mail between now and ‘The Show’ in October – and there may even be the opportunity for other media work, like on radio and TV. Cool or what.


The day wraps up with one last group photo. I am a person not a number…oh…wait…yes, yes I am a number…I’m number 8.

Jenny the journalist shakes my hand and invites me to sit. She is kind and has a sympathetic disposition which makes me feel at ease. It’s been a long day and I’m tired so manage to tell her my story without spilling more tears. I tell her how hillwalking rescued me from the loneliness and grief after cancer caused my mum’s death, and about how it was my salvation during my own cancer journey. I tell her about the book I’ve written and she asks if she can read it, I’m very happy to let her. I explain that I wrote it for my sons and also as a drawing of the line under all the sad years. I add that it’s just as I finished its writing and am ready to embrace a happier life that I discover the lump in my own breast. There was no time to stamp my feet and yell at the world how unfair it all was; I just had to get on with it. I tell Jenny that planning hill days and blogging about my cancer journey gave me something positive to focus on and ultimately what I want to do is to help and inspire others by sharing my story.

It’s a wrap.

The day at the Daily Record building is finished. But I am not. The sun is still high and so am I.  I go to the Counting House in George Square for a drink. I’m pressing my lower back into the fruit machine when a kind woman offers me a seat at her table. She asks what I’m doing in Glasgow. When I tell her about my day she pulls out her mobile phone and asks if she can have a selfie with me; now I don’t know how much alcohol she’d put away but I wasn’t gonna refuse her request when she’d just made me feel like a total star! LOL….and yeah, dinner with my mate Lorna was a top way to round off a tremendous day.


To find out more about the many services Breast Cancer Care provides click here: https://www.breastcancercare.org.uk/

To find out more about The Show Scotland 2018 click here: https://www.breastcancercare.org.uk/fundraising/show-scotland

Check out other awesome images by the photographer who took these shots – from sporting heroes, superstars like Sting, the Scottish landscape and coastline to the sky at night. Click here: http://www.amacmedia.co.uk/

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